This Is A Fever You Can't Sweat Out//Panic! At The Disco FanFic//RyanRoss FanFic

*The Weather Today is Slightly Sarcastic*

"Sorry about the last week." I looked at Sarah as she sat at the table across from me.

"It's okay. Really. We forgot you were coming over." She looked at her cup and shrugged. "How's your stay with Ryan?" She asked, looking at me. Her hair framed her face perfectly. She wore a navy blue and white striped shirt and blue jeans.

"It's going good... Actually." I nodded, picking up my cup and taking a sip of my Turtle Mocha. "I'm not stressed anymore."

"Has Jamie contacted you at all?"

"He called me the other day."

"Did you answer?"

"No." I looked at her and pouted slightly. "I still have to get the rest of my things from the house. I can go over at any time. I just don't want to." I sighed.

"Do you want Brendon and I to come with you?"

"It's fine. I'll head over there later." I nodded.

{***}

"I still love you." Ryan whispered to me, his hand running through my hair. I was curled up into his side, my head lying on his chest.

"I'm still married." I retorted, listening to his heart beat. Third time this week this has happened.

"What married person sleeps with someone who isn't their spouse?" Ryan asked, his fingers now danced over my bare shoulders. His lips lightly touched the top of my shoulders, his breath tickled me.

"Ryan, my life is so fucked up right now. I'm in the middle of getting a divorce and I'm sleeping with my ex-fiancé whom I live with." I let out a deep breath. "I'm just... lost." I stated lightly. Ryan wrapped his arms around me and hugged me tight. "Fucking affairs..." I muttered to myself.

"Am I your dirty little secret?" He asked. I let out a laugh.

"No." I shook my head. "You're my fuck buddy." Ryan let out a scoff.

"Whatever." He replied. I rolled over and looked up at him through my eyelashes. "How's the hunt for a photographer coming?" He asked, pushing my hair behind my ear.

"Brendon's taking the pictures." I remarked.

"Wow. Even after walking in on him and Sarah, he's gonna take your album photos."

"Please! Ryan! Brendon and I grew up together. We bathed together. And you know we've had sex before. Same goes with Sarah. I mean, Ryan, come on." I let out a small laugh. He smiled and kissed my forehead. I moved up and pecked his lips.

"I still love you." He whispered against my lips. He tasted like beer and sweet. I smiled and placed a hand on his check.

"I still love you too." I replied back truthfully. He smiled and kissed me.

"That sounds perfect." I shook my head.

"You fucking string bean. Jesus, Ryan." I shook my head before pressing my lips to his.

"I'm so happy Brendon invited both of us to that party." Ryan placed his hands on my back. I smiled and placed my head on his chest.

"I'm looking for a house."

"You are?"

"Yeah," I nodded, "I'm a 28 year old divorcee. I should probably have my own house. You're nearly 30, Ry." I stated, looking at him.

"You could just live with me." He looked down at me.

"For the amount of shit I have, your house is too small." I let out a small laugh through nose. "Besides, I think I found a pretty good one anyways." I replied, rolling onto my back and looking up at the ceiling fan. Ryan laid next to me. "It's big. It has three bedrooms, two bathrooms. It was a fair sized basement." I nodded. "I might not even buy a house. I mean, just because I have some money doesn't mean I have to buy a house. Maybe I will just live with you." I added.